The end

The End.

I look at sky with the clouds,
and I try to remember how it looked,
when I took my first step.
I don’t remember of course,
but I am sure it was exactly the same,
glowing, blue and bright,
as it is now.

I look at the tree in my yard,
and I try to recall those days,
when I as a kid, learned to climb.
The tree is not as it was anymore,
it has, as they say, ‘become old’,
I bet it has cherished the memories,
so have I.

I look at the paved street,
and remember when I walking home,
with my arm around her.
She is not here anymore,
nor is anyone else,
waiting to meet her, soon, again,
it’s just me.

I look at the porch swing,
and I smile at my baby girl,
swinging and laughing, and calling me.
But she is not really there,
she’s just a memory, faint,
a grown woman now, with her family,
far far away.

I look at the garage,
and I walk towards my favorite car,
to find it covered in dust of years.
She’s become old too,
rusted, withered and so,
haven’t left the place for long,
neither have I.

I look at the sky again,
and start dragging myself, with a sigh,
towards my only place, my house.
No one’s there but an old maid,
who helps me keep alive,
and possibly cherish, however it is,
The end of my life.